Jan Price's
Near-Death Experience With Her Pet Dog

Jan Price
(died April
2, 2011) and her husband John
are the founders of the
Quartus Foundation at
www.quartus.org, a research and
communications organization whose mission
is to probe the mysteries of ageless
wisdom and integrating their truths
with metaphysical spirituality. The
foundation is currently headquartered
in Boerne, Texas near San Antonio. Ms.
Price is a regular columnist in the
magazine
Whole Health and has written numerous
articles for the
Quartus Repot and other magazines.
She is also a speaker and has produced
several meditation audiocassettes. Jan
Price is an internationally known teacher-lecturer,
and author of
The Other Side of Death, a widely
acclaimed book about her near-death
experience in 1993 and her remarkable
journey beyond the veil which included
a reunion with her deceased pet dog.

On
December 30, 1993, at 1:35 pm, Jan Price had a nearly
fatal heart attack in which she experienced a wonderful
NDE. At 1:39 pm she returned to life. Jan was destined
not to linger in paradise but to return to the physical
world and to the body she had left behind. Her NDE
testimony, and the many precious lessons it taught
her, reveals what is most important: that death
need never be feared by anyone. Jan also reflects
on why NDEs happen and why they're becoming so common.
Her remarkable testimony teaches us about guilt
and punishment, forgiveness and transformation,
life and love, Earth and eternity - all of them,
joyfully and unforgettably. Jan's husband, bestselling
author John Randolph Price, also contributes to
her testimony, sharing his feelings and experiences
during this tremendous crisis.

While many people are
greeted by a "Being of Light" during their near-death
experience, Jan was greeted by her beloved deceased
dog named Maggi. Their new relationship while she
was in heaven will astonish you as you learn all
about "dog heaven". Her experience will show you
what happens to your beloved pet when they cross
over to the Other Side.

The following are excerpts
from her book,
The Other Side of Death, which describes her
NDE and her adventures with her pet.

I
had absolutely no fear - not during the heart attack,
nor during the death experience, nor afterward.
The heart attack was simply increasing discomfort
- not frightening, just a growing realization that
something was wrong with my body. And though the
pain and pressure intensified, I still didn't become
apprehensive; I just kept thinking how inconvenient
this was. Even when we called EMS, I don't think
I really understood the seriousness of my situation.

I remember being surprised as I observed the
full heart arrest taking place. I suppose we never
really think of ourselves as dying, but obviously
I had died because I wasn't in my body anymore.

Then suddenly I felt something on both sides
of me, not as we might describe a physical touch,
but more as a feeling, a sensation of a presence
- of entities, more than one. I could see their
light as forms of energy, and I realized that they
were angelic beings - loving, pure, holy and helpful.
They were assisting me, and I felt an upward movement.
Then everything was blue.

I saw and felt
the most beautiful blue - neither light nor dark
blue, but luminous blue. Floating in this ocean
of light-filled blue, I was serene, tranquil, free,
and could have happily stayed there forever.

I know that I have never felt such peace - a
peace beyond calm, beyond words. It is indescribable
ecstasy, quiet joy, liquid love; a feeling of incredible
ease, the pure pleasure of being with no concern
for doing - being one with all that is, suspended
and supported in a sea of love. Merging with the
energy of all that is came the feeling of completeness
- and an utter contentment in being complete - a
moving into myself and knowing the fullness of me.
Then came the golden light - gold, the color of
our individual spiritual nature.

Suspended
in the ocean of blue, golden streams of light -
like stardust - began to pour through me. The light
felt so good. If I harbored any lingering heaviness
from my life on Earth, I knew it was being taken
away. And as the radiation continued, I realized
there was no longer ny sense of gravity, no pulls
from the past, only a Wing of being ethereal, gossamer
in lightness. Then, like a sweet elixir, the shining
rays infusing me washed to the surface a lifetime
of memories, beginning with my birth.

[Jan experienced her
life review at this point in her testimony.]

As the golden light continued to flow, I knew
that there was a purpose in the radiation. Old error
patterns based mostly on guilt were being dissolved.
I was going back into the body without them, for
it wasn't time for me to leave permanently. That
was one of the good things aboutt dying. The emotional
system was cleaned, and all the false guilt was
washed away. The little girl could come out of the
closet. She had never done anything wrong.

The last thing I had written in my journal before
the hear attack flashed into my mind. One word,
"Transformation". Then the journey, into the Beyond
continued.

As the
density changed, becoming lighter and finer, I felt
that I was being lifted to another level of awareness
- and then I found myself in surroundings that appeared
to be more substantial - Maggi was there. My beautiful
dog, my beloved springer, came to me. She had died
less than a month before, and John and I still ached
from her absence.

I felt her presence, her
love, and she appeared to me as she had when she
was in physical form - only younger, more vital.
She said:

"You know that
Daddy can't handle both of us being gone
right now."

"Yes, I'm going back," I
replied. "Will you come soon?"

"When it is time,
we will know. Now I will show you wondrous
things. Let's explore together."

If
you are having difficulty accepting the idea that
my first encounter on the other side was with a
dog, you aren't the only one. While John thought
it perfectly natural, one of our daughters became
a little, upset when I told her about it. I think
she would have preferred that her mother be greeted
by Jesus, an angel, or at least by a family member.
I did meet a Master Teacher - I'll get to that later
- but Maggi came first. After all, she had been
close "family" for many years, and whoever is responsible
for setting up the Welcome Wagon over there certainly
knew what a delightful experience it would be for
me to be greeted by her.

But I did understand our
daughter's reaction. If Mother was going to have
the opportunity of visiting beyond the veil, the
least she could do was make it awe-inspiring with
some dramatic religious overtones. Fact of the matter
is there is nothing particularly "religious" about
the other side. Spiritual, yes, but nothing "characterized
by adherence to religion or a religion" - to use
Webster's definition of the term. As
Harold Richter Stark, M.D., said after his near-death
experience and tour of the other side:

"One does not
go around in an ecstasy of religious fervor,
but it is a place of ordered activity."
[1]

What
I came to realize is that there is a love connection
between the two worlds - a stream of energy that
forms a heart bond between two souls that is the
strongest at the time of transition. Love comes
out to greet you, wearing the form that will be
most meaningful to you at the time. In my case it
was our precious dog, and yes, dogs have souls -
Plato knew it and so did Saint Augustine, along
with most other true saints and sages.

And yes, they can communicate
audibly in our language in that other world. They
have done so in the physical realm, too, as evidenced
in certain passages of the Bible [2,
3].

"Animals are our
equals at least, and sometimes our superiors.
The animal has powers that the human doesn't
have. The shaman, for instance, will often
have an animal familiar, that is to say,
the spirit of some animal species that will
be his support and his teacher." [4]

I also
found that animals were held in veneration by all
races of antiquity, and ancient wisdom texts tell
us that "The dog, because of its faithfulness, denotes
the relationship which should exist between disciple
and master or between the initiate and his God.
The dog's ability to sense and follow unseen persons
for miles symbolizes the transcendental power by
which the philosopher follows the thread of truth
through the labyrinth of earthly error.
The dog is also the symbol of Mercury.[5]
(Mercury was the messenger of the gods in Roman
mythology.)

"People who are particularly
fond of dogs tend to regard them, unconsciously,
as human beings, and to identify very closely
with them." [6]

This
is especially true in what we call the nonphysical
world, where all relationships are on a higher frequency.
Even though we take our consciousness with us (we
don't instantly become totally enlightened), we
find that our thoughts and feelings are more in
tune with the spiritual reality of all that is.
And what is "spiritual"? To me it is the true inner
essence of everything - the rock, the tree, the
animal, the person. It is the spirit, the unique
field of energy within each mineral, plant, animal,
and human.

So
Maggi and I were interacting on a finer wavelength,
and although we had dropped our physical vehicles,
our bodies were made visible to the senses through
an image in the mind projected as form - and she
was as real to see and touch as she was when I'd
held her in my arms in the physical world.

My friend Maggi and I
walked side by side as we had so many times in that
other place of being. Without any effort we moved
through a realm of ecstatic color. The pulsating,
indescribable colors were fluid - energy waiting
to be formed. Maggi showed me how to shape forms
out of energy by pressing with my mind. If you want
the form to hold, you press firmly. This is a highly
mental plane, and form is created with no bodily
effort. An image of that which you wish to create
is held in mind, and through intense focus is brought
into expression. You can lock it in, or release
it.

This was so new to me
then, but later I found that it was pretty much
old hat to near-death experiencers. As Michael Talbot
describes it in his book, "The
Holographic Universe:"

"When the mind is in
the 'higher' frequencies of the near-death
dimension, it continues to do what it does
best, translate those frequencies into a
world of appearances." [7]

I'll
talk more about this later.

Talbot also discusses
the work of the Swedish mystic
Emanuel
Swedenborg (1688-1772), who was a "skilled out-of-body
visitor to the land of the dead." He says that Swedenborg:

"... believed
that, despite its ghostlike and ephemeral
qualities, heaven is actually a more fundamental
level of reality than our own physical world
... that the afterlife realm and physical
reality are different in degree but not
in kind, and that the material world is
just a frozen version of the thought-built
reality of heaven." [8]

I didn't
experience "heaven" as ghostlike, but I do agree
that the physical and nonphysical worlds have a
distinct similarity, with the latter actually feeling
more real. At least I felt a higher level of reality
about myself while on that beautiful plane.

"Colours as manifested
on the physical plane show as their crudest
and harshest ... as the finer matter of
the other planes is contacted, the beauty,
the softness and the exquisite quality of
the different hues, grow ... the beauty
transcends all conception." [9]

Maggi
and I played in the color field, stepping into various
hues and feeling their particular vibration. The
matchless quality of the colors fascinated me because
I hadn't seen anything like them before, and cannot
to this day find words to describe the beauty of
the shades and hues. It's been said that:

"In addition to
the colors of the spectrum there are a vast
number of vibratory color waves, some too
low and others too high to be registered
by the human optical apparatus." [10]

While I didn't have a mirror
on the other side, I recognized that I had a body
and I experienced that I was looking through my
eyes to see it, but what I was really observing
through was my mind. Thus without the physical "optical
apparatus," my awareness was expanded well beyond
the seven fundamental color tones.

Each wave of color
seemed to have a frequency of its own, giving
off a particular sound that I interpreted
as a beautiful chord of music - and dancing
from color to color was like playing some
cosmic musical instrument in the heavenly
symphony. It was fun, and Maggi seemed to
enjoy it too. We've heard the expression
"music
of the spheres." I wasn't sure what
that meant until my visit to the other side.
There I heard the music divine, sometimes
sounding like chants of angels, playing
in the background. Later, when I told John
about it, he remembered that the phrase
was attributed to
Pythagoras, who was born in 600 B.c.
and considered the world's "first philosopher."
He found the following reference in a book
in our library:

The Pythagoreans
believed that everything which existed had
a voice and that all creatures were eternally
singing the praise of the Creator. Man fails
to hear these divine melodies because his
soul is enmeshed in the illusion of material
existence. When he liberates himself from
the bondage of the lower world with its
sense limitations, the music of the spheres
will again be audible as it was in the Golden
Age. Harmony recognizes harmony, and when
the human soul regains its true estate it
will not only hear the celestial choir but
also join with it in an everlasting anthem
of praise to that Eternal Good controlling
the infinite number of parts and conditions
of Being. [11]

Moving
on, we entered a lovely green meadow filled with
flowers. Here we were walking with more of a sense
of the movement of our bodies. This place reminded
me of a vision I had experienced several years ago
in which I picked a flower and held it in my hand,
but it was also exactly where it was before. Wondering
what would happen here, I reached for a blossom,
and as I took it in my hand, another one appeared
in its place. How wonderful! The beauty can't be
marred. Nothing is lost. There is ever more of the
substance that stands behind each expression, just
waiting to flow into its perfect pattern of being.

Maggi wanted to show me
where she lived, which she said was patterned by
much of what she remembered of the homes where she
had lived with us. She had held the images in her
mind, pressed, and created a place of residence.
As she spoke of her home, we arrived there, which
didn't seem strange at all at the time. Later I
realized that it was a rather bizarre experience
- not only the instantaneous "being there" in the
space of a thought but also the idea that our dog
actually had a beautiful home on the other side.
Again John later helped me to understand this when
he said that
Emanuel
Swedenborg, a frequent visitor to the heavenly
realm, wrote that animals do indeed have abodes
in the spiritual world, pointing out that they:

"...have such
knowledge, for it is implanted in them to
know of themselves their homes and dwelling
places, as is evident from abundant observation."
[12]

As
I stood in Maggi's dwelling place, I felt great
joy. There was a fire in the fireplace, giving the
room a warm, friendly glow. A wall of books - of
course! Beautiful paintings and oriental rugs. One
whole side of the room was glass and you could look
out on a vista of rolling hills, bubbling streams,
and many trees.

We sat comfortably on
one of the soft, velvety love seats, content just
to be together. I stroked her beautiful head and
she laid her paws across my legs. To touch again
was so precious, for there was so much love between
us. Without spoken words we shared memories and
deep feelings. Much communication over here was
silent, although sound was sometimes used simply
because it was so pleasant. My heart overflowed
with gratitude for the opportunity to have this
reunion - and see my loved one so joyously, vibrantly
alive in what can truly be called paradise. Reluctantly
we left Mag's lovely home, for I felt an inner prodding
to move on.

Next we went to a place
she called the lookout. It appeared to be only an
overhang on a high cliff, but the view was intensely
magnified. I could look into the world I had left
behind as though peering into a monitor, if I chose
to do so. No one spent a lot of time here, Maggi
said, but some occasionally stopped by to check
on what was going on in the earthly realm. I decided
not to; I wanted to keep moving on in this world
of exquisite bliss.

Ralph
Waldo Emerson said that we are what we think
about all day long. What this means is that our
thoughts and feelings set up a vibration in the
energy field around us. As the particular trend
of thought continues, it impresses the energy and
forms a pattern, which begins to externalize itself
as conditions, situations, and experiences in our
lives. We literally create our personal worlds through
our belief system, and that's why consciousness
is said to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. We always
become what we think about.

That is particularly true
in the higher realms. Structure and environment
continue to be brought into expression as a reflection
of consciousness - as mindenergy coming into form
and experience - but the manifestation is so much
faster. Time is different - not limiting - because
we are not conscious of it. Therefore a person's
belief system begins immediately to create a complementary
world and will continue to "outpicture" such a world
until consciousness changes and reality is revealed.

Time's measurement on
the physical plane is based on the vibration rate
of cesium atoms, which was approved by international
agreement in 1964.

On the other side,
time is
simply the sequence of activity recorded in
consciousness. And since our awareness is on a higher
frequency in that world, progression (what we see
happening) is greatly accelerated. In some situations
it would seem to be at the speed of light.

"There were other
scenes, hundreds, thousands, all illuminated
by that searing Light, in an existence where
time seemed to have ceased. It would have
taken weeks of ordinary time even to glance
at so many events, and yet I had no sense
of minutes passing." [13]

The
specified lengths of time that we on Earth call
seconds, minutes, hours, days, and so forth do not
apply over there. The Bible's definition of God's
time (the plane of heaven) is that
one thousand years equals one day - a remarkable
extension of third-dimensional time. I was out of
my body for close to four minutes. If we agree with
the Bible equation, that would be about three years
on the higher plane. That seems like an awfully
long time for my particular experience; maybe I
just didn't adjust to "heavenly time" the way others
have. For example, in the book
Intra Murosby NDE experiencer
Rebecca Ruter Springer says:

"Days lengthened
into weeks, and weeks into months, and these
in turn crept into years, and the duties
and joys of heaven grew clearer and dearer
with each passing hour." [14]

It could
be that the duration of my visit didn't register
in consciousness because it was already determined
that I would remain on the other side only until
the high-energy cleansing process was completed.
This would mean that on some level of consciousness
I still had a strong attachment to my physical body,
which would throw my cosmic clock out of kilter.

I also want to add something
more about "outpicturing" - the idea that everything
is a reflection of consciousness. In John's book,
"The
Planetary Commission" he says that:

"What we see in
our world are ideas in consciousness expressed
on the third-dimensional plane. They are
your images, and each image is nothing more
nor less than your beliefs projected into
materiality.

Everything comes
to you or is repelled from you based on
the vibration of your energy field, and
the vibration is established by your beliefs
and convictions. Accordingly, you can see
that nothing is out of place or out of order
in your life. Everything is perfect based
on your consciousness and the outworking
of the law. Your world is a mirror of your
thoughts, feelings, concepts - all pressed
out in material form and experience.

You simply cannot
run away from your world because you can't
run away from yourself. You can't even escape
by destroying your body, because you take
your consciousness with you." [15]

Dr. George
Ritchie, quoted earlier, also writes about the
immediate "outpicturing" of consciousness beyond
the veil. He says:

"Whatever anyone
thought, however fleetingly or unwillingly,
was instantly apparent to all around him,
more completely than words could have expressed
it, faster than sound waves could have carried
it." [16]

Yes,
we do take our consciousness with us when we die,
and until it changes, we will continue to see a
mirror of what we believe. Perhaps this is where
the concept of heaven and hell originally began,
because on the other side of death, our mind-sets
are revealed to us in no uncertain terms. A higher,
finer consciousness sees the good, while those mired
in their lower nature will temporarily project a
rather coarse type of existence. The average human
being may experience a little of both until consciousness
stabilizes in the clear light.

Since my visit I am more
convinced than ever before that our time on earth
must be devoted to attaining a higher consciousness
- a deeper spiritual awareness. And not just to
have healthier bodies and more material possessions.
Those are the added things that come into our lives
when we seek an understanding of the Reality of
our Being - the Spirit of God within. And when we
realize that Presence, and understand that It is
who and what we are, then our lives become an adventure
in love, joy, and peace, and the adventure continues
when we cross over, in even fuller measure.

Sensing
the questions forming in my mind, Maggi informed
me that we would go where all the answers are. Quickly
(as I'd discovered is the way on this plane of existence)
we approached a structure of supernal beauty. It
was vast, of the purest white, and somewhat Grecian
in architecture. Paths led into the structure from
all directions, and I observed many people coming
and going.

Both men and women wore
soft, loose, mostly white flowing clothing, and
I noticed that no one was really young or old -
sort of a "middle" age. I figured that they looked
exactly as they should for their optimal expression.
Though we passed some of these people on our way,
I really didn't want to stop and talk; and because
I was so intent on where we were going - to where
"the answers are" - no one intruded. It was as though
they sensed that I was not yet ready for conversation.

Over the archway through
which we entered the structure, I saw the words
TEMPLE
OF KNOWLEDGE and felt a gentle power drawing
me into itself. There were pillars of varying heights,
becoming higher and higher toward the center. Aware
of the light and openness, I noticed there was no
roof on the building. The outer perimeter reminded
me of a veranda, and I saw small groups of people
engaged in discussion.

I passed one lively group,
and when I overheard the conversation, I realized
it was a gathering of writers sharing ideas. I wasn't
surprised that I was drawn to this particular group,
as it reminded me of the many exhilarating discussions
that John and I have had over the years. I heard
one woman say, "This is what I've been working on"
- and with great animation she described her current
writing project. Others in the group seemed to catch
her excitement, and each, in his or her turn, began
to offer ideas on how to enhance the subject.

Listening closely, I learned
that the information shared in these groups was
somehow "broadcast" into the denser plane of Earth
as seed ideas to be picked up by interested parties.
This explained why writers in different parts of
the world sometimes get the same idea for a book.
This principle would also apply to the creation
of inventions, scientific discoveries, new understanding
of the great philosophies, and other advances. Those
who have a strong interest in any particular discipline
continue to expand their comprehension of the subject,
though out of the physical body, thus doing a service
for those incarnate.

From here I looked out
upon the beautiful gardens - flowers, fruits, and
plants of many varieties arranged in exquisite patterns.
Here and there someone was tending them, and I felt
a surge of happiness for the many I know - such
as John's mother and her husband - who find such
pleasure in growing things. It seems that nothing
that brings real satisfaction is left behind.

Turning back to the interior
of the temple, I saw that creative activities were
taking place in different areas. There were a number
of individuals sitting at easels painting, and I
saw one man playing a flutelike instrument that
emitted the sweetest of sounds. Farther on, dancers
moved with ethereal grace, performing with a lightness
impossible to the physical human form. As I watched
in utter delight, I became aware that the musical
background for this visual feast came from what
I would call a celestial choir - an orchestra of
voices creating "heavenly" music for the dance.
This "music
of the spheres" was indeed singing the praises
of the Creator.

What I was seeing certainly
indicated that creative expression was given high
priority here. In another area both groups and individuals
were engaged in various art forms, some that we
would call sports. There was no competition, simply
joyful participation in activities that brought
fulfillment.

The sound of laughter
drew my attention back to the outside. Children
were playing on a grassy expanse leading to a small
pond. Ducks were swimming in the water. Some sort
of a game was being played. The children seemed
to be bouncing, as if they were balls, with each
rebound higher than the one before. Some were doing
flips and other acrobatic feats while in the air.
The game appeared to be a follow-the-leader type
of thing, and even the smaller ones were proficient
in the gymnastics.

A little tug from
Maggi reminded me that there was more here
in the temple to investigate. Moving in
toward the center, it was quieter, and the
gentle power that I had felt earlier was
stronger. Here were individuals, wise ones,
it seems, stationed at intervals and waiting
to assist those who chose to approach them.
I intuited that I should do so, and was
strongly drawn one on my right. Masculine
in appearance with a flowing beard aficery
penetrating, knowing eyes, he was dressed
in a robe of white. There was a band of
gold encircling him - not in the form of
what we might think of as an aura but more
like a shiny ribbon of golden light. He
gestured that I should sit before him, and
I immediately heard his words in my mind.
No verbalization was necessary.

"There is much
you wish to know, and you shall. All information
is available to you. We will assist and
instruct, and then you may move to the center
and receive it yourself. I already know
your questions. Be assured that all will
be answered. As you adjust and understand
how to work with mind on this level, you
will automatically know what is needed as
the desire arises.

"You have wondered
why you did not enter through the tunnel
you have heard so much about. It is true
that many experience their first awareness
of this reality in that way, but when you
separated from the body, you were immediately
aware of the Light. You have been here before
for brief periods and knew the way, so it
was not necessary to travel through that
corridor of mind known as the tunnel.

"The children
you just saw are in your thoughts. Surely
you must have known that some would be here.
They do not stay in that mode very long,
for it is not the natural way of expression.
When they come in, however, their mind-set
is that they are a child of a certain age,
and that is how they appear. We nurture
and grow them gently into acceptance of
adulthood. Then they are able to take full
advantage of the wonderful opportunities
for expansion on this level.

"Since your arrival
here, you have been escorted through several
different planes; there are many more, and
nothing is restricted. Each person is free
to experience fully, and the only governor
is the state of the conscious mind. Deeply
held beliefs are what come into visible
expression here, just as they do on the
dimension from which you have just come.
Not everyone will have the same experience,
for truly we create our own. However, subtle
energies gently press on closed, restrictive
minds, and like the rosebud's petals, they
slowly open and expand and are soon willing
to accept greater understanding. Then they
are ready to move from their limited concept
of life to the eternal adventure, for there
is ever more to know, to do, to be.

"Know this: No
one is lost or left behind. Each individual
unit of consciousness is of equal importance
and can never cease to exist. Whatever has
been played out in the world of dense matter
forms the initial mold for life here, but
no one is locked into that mold, and each
can progress to higher and higher levels
of being.

"Be still and
let me show you. There are cities out there
as on the dense physical. Different levels
of consciousness inhabit them. Observe.
There are levels you would not feel comfortable
on, but those who go there feel right at
home."

Taking
form before my eyes was the skyline of a great city.
I could see three different dimensions of it simultaneously.
The first had a dinginess pervading the atmosphere.
There was a gloominess, and everything was gray,
even the inhabitants, though I sensed that somewhere
beneath the discoloration pulsed life and beauty.
It brought to mind the lowest levels of existence
in the world from which I'd come. Evil walked the
squalid streets with malevolent bearing. No one
here was up to, or expected, any good.

The second dimension was
of the same panorama, but brighter and more colorful,
and had a familiarity. Hope lived amid despair.
There were neighborhoods with neat houses holding
reasonably contented folk; shabby rows of dwellings
housed those more discontented. Expansive lawns
separated palatial homes from those of less grandeur.
Within each sector was happiness and horror, love
and hate, joy and sorrow - the dualities of life
on a less than harmonious plane. It was a life accepted
by many in the land I'd left behind as the only
way life could be. Some knew better, more than just
a few, and the hope that lived amid despair would
at some time blossom into a better way of life.

Last in the trinity was
a city of light, like unto John's holy city in the
Book of Revelation.
I saw the same skyline as before, but this time
it was pure gold - with colors like precious gems,
transparent glass, crystal clear. All who walked
through the city brought glory and honor into it.
Harmony and order prevailed, and the residents lived
joyfully, creating that which brought forth beauty
and fulfillment - a place of perfect peace, the
peace that passeth understanding.

The slices of life I was
seeing existed on both sides of the veil, I realized,
and as I watched, the populations were shifting.
A subtle but certain movement from the densest to
the brightest was occurring. As misconceptions were
altered on one level, a change took place on the
next. Whether in physical form or on the other side
of death, a change in perception benefited all.
Truly our deeply held beliefs not only affect our
own life experience but that of others. We are intricately
connected to all that exists throughout eternity.

"Throughout
the vast unlimitedness of All That Is, the
creative energy - that which is called the
Spirit of God - is expressing itself as
you, me, and everything else. Wherever we
are, the God-source is, and we are always
somewhere."

"Sometimes I am
in places where God doesn't seem to be,
as in the middle of a heart attack," I responded.
"Surely God is not there."

"Yes. Wherever
we are, the Source, God, is. A heart attack
isn't bad. It is just an experience accepted
on a certain level of being. We are so unlimited
that we can limit, restrict, contract. Such
power is awesome, for it is our very nature
to create. We are constantly expressing
in some way. Those who have chosen to move
into the adventure of the dense matter we
call physical must learn how fully to enjoy
it. Physical is not lesser than other realms,
just different. It is a special form of
expression that has unique pleasures when
we understand how to do it rightly. We should
not be so eager to get out. Physical is
not unspiritual. All is God. With understanding
of omnipresence we will stop creating hurtful
experiences, for fear will no longer exist.
There is nothing wrong, nothing bad, there
is just creation."

"Earlier I was shown how
guilt eventually closed down my heart," I responded.

"Guilt is an offspring
of fear and is most insidious. That tricky
fellow works just below the surface of consciousness,
feeding the fear that you have erred and
usurping the power to express yourself freely
lest you do something wrong and get into
trouble. On the physical plane this is played
out by the arteries becoming clogged; in
your case a clot formed that closed off
the flow of the lifeforce. On every level
expression is restricted. See how it works.
You are wondering what will happen when
you go back in your body. The subconscious
patterns were melted away by the Light,
which will help in the healing of the physical.
You can, in time, with right action, clear
the pathways.

"Now go into the
innermost part of the temple. You will find
it easy there to open your mind and listen.
Much knowledge will be received, but you
will not be consciously aware of all of
it at the moment. It will be assimilated
and brought into remembrance bit by bit
after you return to the body. More understanding
is needed there, and you will have the opportunity
to share. Beloved old friends will continue
to work with you, as we have in the past."

I remembered
the blessed time spent with teachers from another
realm -
Illuminati - during my meditations on the physical
plane. I had somehow tapped into their energies,
and their wise instruction helped me move to a higher
level of awareness and understanding. They called
themselves the "beloved old friends."

"Yes, I am one
of them," he said. "This is why you were
drawn to me. Remember what we have taught
you and stay open to receive. Now go, for
soon you must return. Our love is ever with
you."

I
felt the warm radiance of that love as I stepped
into the inner recesses of the temple - a beautiful
arena of light. There was a soft glow of rosy gold,
and it felt like a gentle massage, soothing and
relaxing. Effortlessly, with no sense of hurry,
I glided through varying shades of gold until the
light was crystal-clear. Here, I was beyond thoughts;
there was no analyzing - just an experience of being
in the splendor.

I sat, quietly at ease,
and had the sensation that tiny fingertips were
caressing my crown. I felt my mind open like the
petals of a flower. Then softly and tenderly came
the knowingness, the connection with all that is.
In moments of meditation I have touched this level
before, but never with such completeness, clarity,
intensity. Here, in this celestial silence, all
was perfectly clear, understood. Here was fulfillment.
All knowledge was mine, and I could draw it into
conscious awareness as needed. On all levels we
can tap into Universal Mind, but it's easier here
because of the more subtle energies.

A sweetness, an essence
so pure, filled me, was me. This is what God is,
all is, I am. With purity of heart I saw God and
knew there is nothing else. I felt myself merging
with, and ascending into, that crystalline brilliance.
I touched true Joy, and I was lifted into the fullness
of Being - the Essence of Life. In this glory I
was free, and I beheld the Love that knows no conditions
- the self-givingness of the Lifeforce we call God,
ever nurturing and sustaining itself. All outlines
disappeared, and there was no separation. Maintaining
individual awareness, I was one with the Whole.

A remembrance
comes - something I had written years ago about
the experience of Oneness. Have I been here before?
Of course! Otherwise how could I have described
the unity of all that is in such detail? This is
what I wrote five years before my heart attack:

In
the center of the universe I stand encircled
by Divine Being. In this I live and move
and have my being. I am in this world, and
of it. The world of natural order, ease,
and joy. Eternal goodness flowing, doing,
being all. There is only joy; waves of love
support, sustain. I am in God, not outside.

I am in Love,
consciously at peace with all there is.
In God I love and move and have my being.
In Love I live and move and have my being.
In peace I live" and move and have my being.
There is nothing else. There is no outer.
All is in the circle of God, Love, God Love.
GOD LOVE.

The kingdom of
God is within me. Yes. But more important,
I am in the Kingdom of God. The Spirit of
God is within me, but more important, I
am in the Spirit of God. The Love of God
is within me, but more important, I am in
the Love of God. All there is is God. I
can be nowhere else. I cannot be separate
from God. There is nowhere else. There is
no place else. There is no else. There only
IS.

GODLOVE. It fills
and sustains me. It is me. It is all, for
it is all. I am that I am. No inner. No
outer. Just IS. I am aware of all that is.
I am all that is. In tune with the mighty
flow of continuous expression, eternal being.
Awake I am to the wonder of existence in
this all-encompassing energy of ecstatic
light, expansive love, eternal creation;
ever-expanding, learning more of my omnipresent
self.

I fly as the sparrow.
I swim the clear waters encased in silvery
fins. I am the mother and the newborn child,
the father proud of his offspring. I experience
the spectrum of love - loving, loved. I
am filled with life, for I am that life.
I run. I rest. I sleep and dream. I rise
and see myself, the sun, rise also. The
moonlight and the meadow, I am those; shining
beams of moon lighting the night sky, gentle
grasses moving in the breeze, the hoot of
the owl in the tree nearby.

I am the cloud,
the rock, the tree, the million grains of
sand circling the deep blue sea. I express
myself in many ways, as starry nights and
sunny days. Through galaxies my spirit soars
intent on being more and more.

There is no end
to what I am. For I am God and God is me
and there is nothing else to be.

I now
understood more fully why we don't feel our Oneness
with God moment to moment, constantly, while on
the earth plane. We feel separated because of our
physical bodies; we think we ARE the body and are
therefore physical, yet we know that God is Spirit.
Thus the sense of separation.

In both worlds there is
nothing but energy, invisible and visible; we are
spiritual beings wherever we may be. We are energy
and God is energy, and energy cannot be broken up
or separated. Born of God, we are spirit, and cannot
be anything else. All is mind - one mind. We are
that mind asleep - yet awakening, and God is that
mind eternally aware.

Life beyond the veil is
simply the continuity of life from one realm to
another - death being only an entrance into fuller
life, as a Wise One has said.

Now,
before me, shimmering, iridescent light began to
take a particular shape. A woman of breathtaking
beauty appeared as I watched in awe, and even after
the full materialization from pure light to visible,
substantial form was complete, nothing was static.
I continued to see a "quivering" of her structure,
as though looking at a fluid, rippled reflection
in a pond. Her movements were of pure grace as she
positioned herself directly in front of me. Her
hair was dark, her face pale, yet with color.

"Look into my
eyes," she said with a gentle but commanding
smile.

As
I did, I felt myself being absorbed. I was no longer
just the entity I knew of as me, but more, so much
more. The eyes I stared into were mine, the eyes
of my soul.

In deep humility I accepted
that which I was shown. "Oh my, I am all of that
- so beautiful, glorious, wise, loving, kind, powerful.
I didn't know. I had no idea."

As though looking into
a kaleidoscope, I saw myriad lifetimes and experiences.
Oh, the wonder of me. This powerful creative energy
could take on any form it chose, and right now it
was expressing as a woman called Jan, so of course
I would perceive it as feminine.

Words from beyond my own
thought processes began to pour into my mind.

"You have been
only casually thankful for your gift of
life. Be thankful each day for this great
gift. Most people go through life never
really appreciating it. The purpose of life
is joy, and with spiritual understanding
the physical senses are enhanced. Savor
fully the loveliness of each experience.
Self-awareness is the prayer of the heart,
and to pray without ceasing is to play.
Play with the joyful abandon of the child,
absorbed in the delight of each moment.
Let go of obligation and duty, and live
for the pure joy of being.

"Teach liberation.
Fun and laughter are contagious, exposing
all in their radius to the prosperous condition
of happiness. Do what you really want to
do. Follow the desires of your heart, and
your blithe spirit will infect others. As
you free yourself, your deeds and words
will inspire others to break through the
prison bars that have kept them from fulfillment.
There is so much joy, so much good. Embrace
it and express it, radiate and luxuriate
in it.

"Take my hands,"
she said, and the sound of the voice was
like music.

As we
made the connection, waves of ecstasy washed through
me, and I took on the fullness of this magnificent
being that I am an extension of. No longer was I
observing this shimmering radiance. I was it. The
glory I had in the beginning, I thought, I have
now and ever will have. Complete in my individuality,
I understood the old admonition "Know
thyself."

A gentle
pulling caught my attention, and I heard the melodic
voice once more.

"Hold on to as
much as you can as you make the descent
back into the body and resume personality."

I felt
myself moving backward rapidly, feetfirst, as though
I was being sucked into some vortex. Like a distant
chime I heard the words:

"Remember, pray
without ceasing. Play, love, laugh, live
for the joy of it. Have fun. Happiness is
holy."

I
had no power over the movement. I raced past groups
of people dressed in white, and I recognized some
of the faces. They waved and spoke to me, but I
was moving so fast that I couldn't make out their
words. I thought I saw my friend, Beth, and I wanted
to stop and visit for a while, but I couldn't slow
down. I was nearing the outer limits of that dimension,
and my consciousness was beginning to register earth
time. They continued to converse with me, but the
picture was frozen, as though the pause button on
the VCR had been pressed during a movie: They were
inert, mouths open. I was out of sync with their
"time."

As I approached the physical
form, I passed five individuals who seemed to be
assisting me. Maggi was still with me, and the last
thing I remember seeing was her sweet face.

Back in the body, I was
aware of sounds and John's face, but my mind was
fuzzy. It was much clearer when I was out of the
body.

[Jan's near-death experience
ends here.]

Later,
when I wrote my remembrance in my journal, thought
again of Dr. Stark's book, "A
Doctor Goes to Heaven." He wrote:

"Matter of earth
was so gross by comparison to the substance
of heaven, which was subtle and f more ethereal.
There were similarities of structure, yet
contrasts ... There were magnificent halls
of records where one could discover when
loved ones would be coming over. Other halls
with the unfolding of planetary history,
so ancient at no work of earth dared to
encompas such things ... In the center of
the metropolis were buildings of indescribable
beauty of structure ... auditoriums for
theater, sports and other activities. There
were temples of such grandeur that it was
breathtaking!" [17]

"It's so clear in my mind that I could draw
it," I said, and began to describe what I had seen.
As I did, she nodded knowingly, and her eyes began
to sparkle. "You went there too," I said.

"Yes," she replied.

I know what I experienced,
but it is nice to hear from someone who has been
to the same place. It's like telling a person that
you stayed in a certain hotel in Paris, and they
say, "I was there too - wasn't it wonderful?"

Then it becomes a shared experience, and very
meaningful for both parties.

John
Randolph Price and Jan Price co-founded of the Quartus
Foundation at
www.quartus.org, a research and communication
organization formed in 1981 and currently headquartered
in Boerne, Texas, near San Antonio.

The Prices were originators
of
World Healing Day, a global mind-link for peace
involving millions of people that began on December
31, 1986, with the Los Angeles Times reporting up
to 400-million participants. The Event has continued
on the same date and time each year.

Jan Price, an internationally
known teacher-lecturer, and author of
The Other Side of Death, a widely acclaimed
book based on her near-death experience in 1993
and her remarkable journey beyond the veil.

John and Jan were guests
on the
Geraldo Rivera Show in 1997 to talk about her
death-and-return adventure and the work of angels
on her behalf. And in January 2000, her experience
was dramatized on the Lifetime Television Network
show
Beyond Chance. They have also appeared on the
Wisdom Channel, major market TV, and on network
radio to discuss their books and offer insights
on living freely and fully with love and harmony.

The Prices have devoted
more than 50 years to researching the philosophic
mysteries and integrating those teachings with spiritual
metaphysics.
Their workshops have covered topics from raising
consciousness, to facing change creatively, the
secret of success, healing relationships, health
and wholeness, and the abundance principle. Their
objective: To empower people to live freely, fully,
and richly – with love, harmony, and peace as the
keynotes.

In recognition of their
work they were presented the Light of God Expressing
Award by the
Association of Unity Churches in 1986. John
was also named recipient of the 1992 Humanitarian
Award presented by the Arizona District of the
International New Thought Alliance, and in 1994
he was presented the INTA’s Joseph Murphy Award
in recognition of the major contribution his books
have made to positive living throughout the world.
In August 2001, John and Jan were given doctorate
degrees by the
Emerson Institute. In 2003, the
Holmes Institute conferred upon John the Doctor
Humane Letters. In 2007, he was named one of the
world’s 500 leading visionaries by
The Visionaries Project in England. In 2009,
at the 94th annual
International New Thought Alliance World Congress,
Jan and John were presented The Torch Bearer Award
in honor of their work in championing the principles
and cause of New Thought.

On April 2, 2011 Jan Price
passed from this plane. She will be greatly missed
but she knows John and the Quartus Family will continue
to work to create a better world filled with Love
and Joy, Always!

The
Word “Quartus” denotes the four-square aspect of
each individual: Spiritual, Mental, Emotional, and
Physical.

Established in 1981 by
John and Jan Price founders of
World Healing Day which originated on
December 31, 1986. The foundation is a research
and communications organization with the stated
purpose of probing the mysteries of Ageless Wisdom
and integrating those interminable truths with spiritual
metaphysics. By combining the dynamics of mind with
the unlimited potential of universal laws, the ancient
principle of energy follows thought is confirmed.
With this understanding as a key, a door opens to
a new philosophy of life that is both practical
and rewarding.

The Quartus Foundation
publishes
The Quartus Report, written by John Price and
supplemented by articles and insights from member-subscribers.
Each issue represents a guide to higher Consciousness,
practical steps to enable you to realize your own
unlimited potential and make dramatic changes in
your life. John’s forthcoming books are also excerpted
in the Report, plus workshop schedules and the Notepad
of current news and happenings, and the sharing
of experiences by members.

Other benefits include
the powerful Quartus Prayer Network where members’
challenges are lifted into the Light of Reality
where they can be dissolved quickly and in peace,
and the opportunity to come together on December
31st of each year for The World Healing Day Event
- the global mind link that the Prices originated
in 1986.

This book is Jan's
account of her near-death experience and
the many lessons it taught her - most important,
that death never needs to be feared by anyone.
She describes the beautiful spiritual country
in which she found herself and her joyous
encounters there. She reflects on why NDEs
occur and why they're so common. Jan's husband,
bestselling inspirational author John Randolph
Price, also contributes to the story, sharing
his feelings and experiences during this
tremendous crisis. Guilt and punishment,
forgiveness and transformation, life and
love, earth and eternity - Jan Price's remarkable
story teaches us about all of them, joyfully
and unforgettably.

In a very vivid dream
during the night of January 1, 1998, John Price
was emphatically denied access to the secret
gate leading to Cosmic Consciousness. Both curious
and concerned, he pondered what to do next.
Then he was suddenly given the specific instruction:
See Jesus for the Code. John began the task
immediately upon awakening, first with quiet
prayer to become attuned to the "mind which
was in Christ Jesus," followed by several days
of meditative inner plane work. There was little
progress until he took a break from the project
and went for a long walk in the woods. And it
was there that he heard the central message
of the Code-a challenge for all of us to embrace
a new Model of Reality, and change our perspective
on what it means to be "spiritual" in this world.

The Angels Within Us
shows how to pinpoint your own trouble spots,
discover which angel waits beyond reach, and
ask it for guidance. In a step-by-step process
that includes meditations, practical exercises,
and examples of angelic conversations experienced
by the author and others, you will meet the
Angel of Unconditional Love and Freedom, catalyst
of all angels. You will then learn about the
twenty-one other angels whose energies are attuned
to such realms as: Illusion and Reality; Creative
Wisdom; Abundance; Power and Authority, and
more. The Angels Within Us guides you to that
exalted and natural existence where you can
be as cosmically whole, vibrant, strong, and
free as you were created to be.

The natural expression
of the angels is Truth. If we deny the truth,
we repress the energy of the angels. But when
we fully accept the eternal verities of life,
the angels go to work to bring everything up
to the divine standard. Within each one of us
dwell the twenty-two angels, centers of Living
Energy that provide us with all we need to sustain
us on our journey through life. They await only
our readiness. However, the angels require our
assistance to manifest changes in our lives.
They are able to free us from disease and death,
loneliness and unfulfillment, lack and limitation
only when we free them. And so the author of
the bestselling The Angels Within Us has written
this book to help us set free the positive vibrations
of these inner archetypes and their "nothing-is-impossible"
energy.

Formerly titled
The Planetary Commission, John Price examines
the Golden Chord - the metaphysical factor in
all religions - and offers lessons and spiritual
exercises on illusion and reality, the science
of choosing, healing the sense of separation,
reaching "Mountaintop Consciousness," and more.
The discovery of Self, he teaches, is the most
important discovery we can make, and the realization
of Self the fulfilment of every desire.

Learn how to tap the
unlimited power within, just like The Superbeings.
They are people just like us, with one crucial
difference - they have reached the point of
mastery where they are no longer bound by the
ills, limitations, and problems of this world.
This book will demonstrate, step-by-step, how
you, too, can be well - spiritually, mentally,
emotional, physically and financially - how
you, too, can become one of the Superbeings.
Also available in audio download.

In 1988 a group of people
from around the world participated in an experiment
in consciousness for a two-month period. This
book reveals how that experiment turned into
a lifetime commitment, as the experience of
living "in another dimension of mind" profoundly
affected their lives.

Love. Hope. Fulfillment.
Security. Harmony. Freedom. If these inspiring
words awaken deep longing in you, you need this
book. For in it, John Price draws on his own
spiritual journey and the wisdom of great minds
- from Confucius to the New Transcendentalists
- to map a life-transforming journey. Living
a Life of Joy helps us release negative beliefs
and connect with the blissful flow of Divine
Energy. True stories, exercises, meditations,
and affirmations help you: * Move your awareness
from form to Energy * Explore realms of being
outside your everyday experience * Break the
grip of the ego * Honor the holy Self within
* Accept a new life, free of worry and filled
with joy * And much, much more * Plus: A prediction
of worldwide events to come as we reach the
new millennium.

John Price discusses
a wide range of personal growth and spirituality
topics, such as the proper user of affirmations
and spiritual treatments, the benefits and techniques
of meditation, becoming spiritually centred,
changing your belief system to eliminate fear,
and building a bridge between mind and heart.
He also answers questions about karma, subconscious
programming, and demonstrating prosperity.
Also available in audio download.

This title reveals how
humans create their own experiences by the masks
they choose to wear. These masks are adopted,
sometimes unconsciously, for purposes of manipulation
or defence. However, the challenges of life
seem to be magnified because the universe relects
back the disguises worn, replaying misconceptions
and vulnerabilities in the physical world. The
author lists the 12 masks humans tend to wear,
for example, "Victim", "Tyrant", and "Warrior",
and explains the resulting cause and effect
relationships, their relationship to planetary
energies, inner archetypes, the inner psyche,
and life conditioning. He maintains that through
a new understanding and inner knowledge life
can be enjoyed to the full as the true persona
is revealed.

In The Alchemist's Handbook,
you will learn that the whole purpose of the
alchemical process is to change our thinking
and feeling natures, and move up to a higher
frequency in consciousness and see what we want
in life, clearing the channels for Spirit and
getting us back into the natural order of the
universe. After embracing this process, you
will begin to feel more love, joy, peace, harmony,
and contentment.

John Price takes us
back to 9500 BC, when the Grand Magicians came
forth, on to 500 BC, when the "Great Ones" appeared,
and continues to trace the life-changing Principles
of New Thought right up to the present time.
He reveals the Secret of the Ages, the bridge
to connect heaven and earth, the ministering
angels, and how to work with the Great Law by
directing the cosmic energies.

Another one in the pocket-book
series of compilation writings - not only dealing
with how to meditate, but also offering meditative
treatments for cleansing false beliefs, transmuting
emotions, realizing our Divine Nature, and maintaining
spiritual oneness.

This classic book introduces
readers to a 40-day prosperity plan which points
out to readers what "money" really is and teaches
a six-step program which shows them how to free
their minds from limiting beliefs. Includes
steps to financial independence. Originally
published by Quartus Books in 1987. The 40 Day
Prosperity Plan is
also available in audio CD.

A collection of the
author's writings on health and wholeness, this
volume seeks to answer the questions: why does
sickness, disease and old age simply not exist
in the reality of being? And how can you work
with thoughts and emotions to reawaken divine
perfection? Covers such topics as spiritual
preventive medicine, living the truth of wellness,
and why sickness and old age do not exist in
the Reality of our being.

The author seeks to
introduce readers to the "inner school of the
heart and mind" in this book. The book features
articles on topics such as reincarnation, self-realization,
physical and financial wholeness, and the ego.
Learn how to write your own manual for mastery
by attending the Secret School deep within your
own consciousness. First published in 1987.

Focusing on the energy
that overcomes every limitation, John Price
points out that Divine Love is an awesome force
radiating from the True Nature, the cause behind
all manifestation. This book focuses on the
energy and force of universal love and how it
overcomes every limitation in life. Part II
deals with loving relationships.

This new book by the
author of "The Abundance Book" explains how
success is the natural order of the universe,
the basic universal principle of good fortune
and triumph. Price reveals the major obstacle
to achieving success, how to condition consciousness
to achieve the right livelihood, and how the
law of fulfillment works through various mind-sets.

When John Randolph Price
read
Candide - written by
Voltaire in 1759 and considered a remarkable
satiric novel even to this day - he was inspired
to write a similar parody for our time. He would
take the basic elements of Candide and weave
them into a book of comic criticism of today’s
contemporary life. Price’s tale carries symbolic
heroes through bizarre experiences and disastrous
adventures to satirize religious and political
extremism, criminal absurdities, strange beliefs,
and curious lifestyles as he builds the philosophical
and spiritual foundation toward a startling
conclusion. The characters are comical, the
action filled with ironic twists and turns as
the heroes frantically search for the meaning
of God, life, and this world. With exaggeration
and farcical stretches of imagination, the barbs
fly at everything considered sacred. Ultimately
they find the Master Teacher who has all the
answers. It is an exciting journey to the hidden
garden where the mysteries of life are finally
understood.

In the year 2021, twelve
men and women in high government posts suddenly
disappear. When it is realized that the spouses
are also missing, the FBI launches a multi-pronged
investigation along with a complete media blackout.
Kidnapping by a foreign terrorist group is suspected,
but after discovering that there were no witnesses,
signs of struggle, or evidence of foul play,
intelligence services consider the possibility
that the group left of their own accord and
now represent a threat to our national security.
Keri Winslow, a Washington television reporter,
and Phillip Lansing, White House correspondent
for a major network, find the location of the
missing VIPs and are soon involved in the unraveling
of an ancient mystery that has been fearfully
controversial for centuries-that there are those
among us who are not of this world. The characters
in Sigma Rising are strong and memorable as
they move through the twists and turns of a
frenzied nation, clandestine meetings, paranormal
experiences, grief and new found love, and a
greater understanding about life and death.
The secrets of the benevolent beings who have
been active on Earth for two million years is
finally revealed. Although based on the spiritual
truth of Ancient Wisdom with valid insights
on the meaning of illusion and reality, this
is basically a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are the product of the
author’s imagination.